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Gonna have me some brains with gravy

So, today was shopping fail day. that's the day when you run out of everything except bread and peanut butter a day before you get paid. So I'm scrambling round this afternoon with my last £1.50 making sure of something to feed the dogs.

I have a neighbour who sells frozen tripe and stuff. I have her damn phone number. But she wasn't in all day. I even left an attempted message on her answering machine, but it was probably not helpful since I froze up and blanked completely on MY OWN FUCKING PHONE NUMBER.

I'm not good with answering machines.

So strike tripe off my list of available options. I didn't have enough left to head to Asda and get chicken, so I was left with One Stop and their miserable selection of cans and kibbles (they don't sell meat for human consumption except in variously processed/salted/breadcrumbed forms either, or I'd have gone for that). So I pick three cans of the one I judge to be least nasty. The cashier thinks I'm batshit because I feel compelled to tell her how I wouldn't normally feed my dogs this stuff, that it's only for one day. That I promise to do better tomorrow.

That sentence there feels like the story of my life.

So I get home, and I open these damn cans to feed to my unsuspecting dogs. I think it smells like some poor unfortunate dog has already eaten it at least once, but the dogs think it's their birthday. Revolting junk food is apparently teh best treat EVAR. The cats agree, to the point where I have to give them some too even though I have enough perfectly good frozen day-old chicks left for THEIR supper.

Then I slice the tip of my index finger open on a sharp edge inside the can while I'm forking this disgusting mess into the dog bowls, and it bleeds like I've severed the main blood supply to one of my legs. It's running down the fork, it's dripping all over the foul dogfood like someone swirled a turd with a nice raspberry coulis.

It makes me obscurely less unhappy to feed it to them garnished with my blood. Later, when I am less miserable (probably around November, the way the weather's been going) I'll joke with my dogpeople friends about how I bled myself to keep them fed. Right now there's no laughter in me.

Various people on my friends list are going through various bad shit, and I ache to be able to help. The last two people I made a point of sending luck and good thoughts to in writing both had their situations turn worse, and even though I'm well aware of the monstrous egotism of imagining I had anything to do with that, it's left me superstitiously reluctant to do so again. So you know who you are, and I love you, but I'm not commenting. Just in case.

...no, I've not forgotten the larger issues out there, but Iran falls under the same sort of superstitious breath-holding. I'm saying nothing. And dead celebrities - meh. I was fond of Farrah, but apart from that and the most basic nod of respect for the end of ANY life, I just don't care. Besides, it's not like your f-lists won't be choked with it already. Depressive navel-gazing from me might even be a nice change.

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Ongoing good thoughts.

And a *** hug *** as well.

thank you, darling. You're wonderful, d'you know that?

Oh man, I've had those kinds of days. It does get better -- just hang in there. *hugs*

It's true, it does. It just never feels like it at the time.

(also, book drive breaking my brain. I'm making myself poor and falling short of my goal even in damn play-money!)

...and thank you! *love*

Well, at least you know their dinner was definitely full of iron.

Oh yeah. It HAS to have improved the nutritional content.

i've got nothing worth giving except my good thoughts.

:(

thinking of you and hoping it gets better soon.

Those are worth plenty. Thank you so much.

You sent good thoughts our way and our move is going well and Myrl is tolerating chemo better than hoped for. I don't know what that means, but there you go. I am feeling blessed.

I am sorry this is one of those sucky days for you. We all have them from time to time. Just take a deep breath and remember you have a house full of lovely furry beings that love you. That's pretty damn awesome right there.

As far as I'm concerned, animals are one of the greatest blessings on earth.

And also you have good friends. Which I think is evident in the comments and will continue to be evident when more people pile in to show their love.

Oh, I was wondering about Myrl and I was scared to ask! If there's a curse on me you must have got in before it. YAY! He's so wonderful and beautiful.

And Dexter makes me smile every day in Petunia's journal.

And yes, I have been and am amazingly lucky in my friends. I am having a day of feeeling deeply unworthy of you all but I'll work on that and it will get better. Love you and thank you.

Love you, too! *hug*

*hugs*

Murphy is fed on dry James well beloved as a rule, which I know isn't as good as the Raw diet and fresh tripe, but is pretty ok. He refuses to eat anything dry atm, won't even eat his usual little treats, like the corner of toast, rice, chicken skin, cucumber ends, even his little hide chews. The only thing I can get down him at the mo is wet food. So I have bought a shed load of james well beloved pouches and some natures diet blocks. So bloody expensive.

Don't stress out about it love, it's just think of it like us having a MacDonalds every so often xxx

James Wellbeloved's by far one of the better brands out there; it's probably what I'd use if I didn't have a freezer. I'm still scared to wish for Murphy to get better.

...and yeah, it IS just like that, it's a one-off. Though i must remember to take some bigger thicker poo bags with me when I walk them tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to that part at ALL.

I buy vegetarian dog food to feed my rats, and I always feel compelled to tell the cashier that this is for my rats, not my dog, and my dog is not a vegetarian. I always get weird looks over it. They'd probably think I was less crazy if I just said nothing at all.

Chalupa has issues with chicken, beef, turkey, and pork, which makes it very difficult to feed her if the store closes early and I'm out of food. Once I broke down and fed her the veggie kibble. I felt terrible over it, but Lupa thought it was the best food she'd ever tried.

Feel better!

AHHH I'm so glad it's not just me. We both know the cashiers don't give two shits what we feed our dogs. BUT WE SAY IT ANYWAY.

I will feel better. you are awesome.

Augh, poor thing. *hugs* I'm glad the doggies didn't turn their nose up at dinner, at least. Sucks about the finger though, really hope you washed it up good and it heals fast. *hugs*

It's a TINY little cut, it's ridiculous that it should have bled as though i'd cut my damn throat. I've had to put a band-aid on it just to stop everything being covered in blood. that and so I can type, because of course it's the worst finger possible for that too.

There ARE picky dogs but they're not that common. My f-list is full of dogs with allergies that can't be fed this or that, but I can't think of anyone with a dog that'll turn anything more or less edible down. Cats turn stuff down, but dogs just eat it anyway and then make you sorry you fed it to them.

and thank you XD

i've seen s dog gobble down wet dog food from a can like its manna from heaven regardless of the fact that its the grossest shit on earth and its smell alone supports that fact.

think of it this way, nature decided to get all its bad shit done with in one day instead of spreading its misery out. you should have a free pass for a little while.

{{{HUGS}}} those are all I have.

Isn't it amazing how they'll eat the most vile, revolting stuff? The merest suggestion of sloppy, slurpy canned food makes Brandy dance with glee, even if it's not for her.

Mine love it because they never GET it if i can help it. Auuugh, the stuff stinks, it makes their breath and fur and poop stink so bad. It makes me so sad for the dogs that get nothing else.

One of those days, huh? It feels like one is about to come up, but I hope I'm wrong. And navel gazing is good. People tend to forget that's what all this blogging is about anyway. ;)

*hugs*

Oh yes. And you know it'll pass, that things are better than they were. Even in the depths of it, you know that with your mind. I'm just holding my breath till my heart catches up with my mind.

also, dancing!Tove made me grin with delight, depths or no depths. She's so beautiful.

And she's happy! I met a friend today who had her daughter 10 months ago and it made me realise that I have a sunshine baby. Her daughter is apparently the grumpiest baby in town, cranky about everything driving her mum nuts. Aside from Tove finding this hot summer weather a bit taxing which makes her not want to eat much during daytime, she's a happy and curious little girl.

*lovelovelove* Giving the dogs a happy meal for dinner for a day or two doesn't make you a bad dogmom. And you are not cursed!

Spike got his revenge, LOL. He farted me near to DEATH.

I still feel cursed, like everything I touch turns to shit. But it's not the first time. It'll pass. It will. Thank you.

everybody loves crap for dinner occasionally. :)

I give your kitty hugs, just because.

aww, I love that pic! Thank you :D

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